Monday is Labor Day, where we celebrate work, by NOT working. Go figure.
You might recognize the hard working milkmen below, who are now slaving away for Sister Di.
Ah yes, the whole "Milkman Caper" was quite an adventure. But my milkmen are not slaves. They live a life of leisure and are treated like royalty. They love living at my house. Although, they are a little cramped in their glass covered case and I haven't given them any food or water in months and I'm sure they have drunk all the milk in their little bottles by now. So, maybe they arent' all that happy after all. Maybe I should go tend to their needs. But it's Labor Day. I don't labor on Labor Day. They'll just have to wait until tomorrow.
Hey, you look very comfortable, Luke. Have you grown that beard just since June when I saw you at convention? Wow! Well, you definitely are not laboring on Labor Day.
I am very comfortable, thanks Diane. As for the beard, it's getting pretty long over the three day weekend. I guess I better shave it off in the morning.